by on August 8, 2023 :: 0 comments

In the moments
midway between
waking and sleeping
consciousness arousing
my still tranquil mind
You are with me.

Dancing together
holding each other
safe behind my tightly
veiled eyelids

But all too soon
the fragile threads
weaving my dreams
flicker and begin to fade

I fight to keep you,
for a minute
one second longer
before I awake
and morning tells me
that you’re still gone…

– Lynda Baker

editors note:

A bitter bliss. – mh clay

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